All Chapters of Bride For The Feral Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“The goddess played a cruel joke on us.”That was the answer he finally gave and I could not ignore the sharp pang I felt in my chest.Unwanted memories came from that night and I could have sworn the Lewison I met that night was terribly different from the one standing beside me now.He had been so forthcoming. So kind. So… fun. But this version had the complexity and blankness of a stone.What happened to that stranger in the tavern that night? “And what about that night? Was that not a betrayal of your betrothed?” I interrogated him even further, trying to distract myself from thoughts I knew would do more harm than good.His jaw tightened.“I didn't betray anyone. She is not my mate. I have not marked her and I have no obligation to her as she has no obligation to me. She can bed anyone she wishes and so can I. The betrothal means nothing and you trying to convince me otherwise would be… unwise.”“Was that why you called me your wife?”“You should know better than to hang onto ev

All forms of thought vanished in a microsecond, and I found myself doing the unthinkable.I leaned forward.Lewison closed the gap.And then there was no space for thinking at all.His mouth crashed against mine with none of the gentleness I'd expected, but it was not gentleness that I needed. What I craved—what I needed—was enough ferocity to make me forget whose bed I was in… and who was on top of me. What I needed was to forget everything that was not involved in chasing the kind of pleasure I needed to escape.I gasped against his lips, and he took advantage, tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my entire body ignite.Lewison knew exactly how to make me forget. And forget, I did.My hands were everywhere—his hair, his shoulders, the hard planes of his back—searching for something to anchor me because I was falling apart.He made a sound low in his throat, feral and raw, and suddenly one hand slid from my waist to my chest, while the other held me down against the bed.I

According to Frank Aubrey, there was no better way to end a tour than to have me spread-eagled on a medical bed.The healing quarters of SouthPoint Pack and Feywin cemetery had one thing in common—the concentrated smell of impending death.Where one had already prepared a piece of land to bury my body, the other had prepared all the instruments I would need for a more mental and social death.I believed that the healing quarters here would be just like the hospitals back in Evenmoor but I was terribly wrong. Instead of antiseptic, bleach, and alcohol, the metallic stench of blood hit my nostrils first. Then it was herbs. Too many herbs all at once, like they were all fighting each other to see who would dominate.I never knew how special my room could be until today.Frank trudged forward, and I was forced to follow quietly behind him. The last thing I wanted to do was anger the man who had just informed me that no matter what I did, I would end up dead and in a grave that he had alre

In Evenmoor, women did not touch each other unless it was polite, brief, or required.When Lewison mentioned that I could have a female mistress if I wanted to, I took it as a joke. Something said in the heat of the moment.,I believe that it was one of those things that people always said but never meant, like all the times my father said he'd quit smoking.Without waiting for permission from Lewison, I sat on his bed, allowing all the information I had just heard to settle in.“You’re lying,” I muttered without thinking. “Women don’t… Gabriella wouldn’t have… That’s not how the world works.”Footsteps crossed the room, and then I felt Lewison’s towering presence hover above me. Still, I didn't look up.My hands curled into the sheets. I needed to make sense of something. Anything.Gabriella was here and found love with Iris? But that was so long ago, and I would have known if any of Father's siblings disappeared, wouldn't I? He’d kept this pact thing hidden from me for so long, an

How was I supposed to survive the present breakfast and future breakfasts now that I understood the extent to Frank’s evil?After Lewison revealed everything to me last night, we stood in the clearing for hours before we went back to his chambers. Questions still littered my mind, but seeing the way Lewison’s mask fell. The way his eyes glistened and the way his lips parted slightly as though there were words trapped behind his teeth that he couldn’t release, did something to me that I didn’t want to identify.I could not admit to anyone, much less myself, that I was beginning to see the humanity in a monster. That I had ignored every word of advice that Ophelia left for me in that letter. That I had become unwise.We didn’t sleep that night.Frank did not visit. Thank God.And when morning came, I left Lewison’s chambers without a word.“I didn’t see the two of you last night,” Frank announced, stabbing his fork hard into his pork.My eyes closed shut in an instant, as I did my best